Ain't no gamblers tolerated on any boat I'll ride on. We pick 'em up and toss 'em in. They start out swimmin' and then better be hoofin' it through the gumbo mud or it'll be their last trip anywhere. Nothing like a gambler to discommode a leisurely trip on the Mississip. They make it so folks'll be at each others throats quicker'n greasy mouthwash (Garg-oyle) will get you to upchucking them Mudcat dinners.

Sure is mighty peaceful without those other influences around here. 95% peace and quit with 5% o' the time bein' total terror. That's life on the Mississippi before the guaranteed nine-foot channel.

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